Sometimes four demons break our weak mental bolt,
They penetrate up to the peak,on pulled together channels,
Our mind will never hint at it...
Violence & abundance of pleasure rivers...
They twists, shuffles, changes density
Of the flows of an acrobat-joker
Which you can name as chronos.
He eternally going on a steel string...
Quadro-dragon start by his thick right hand,
fadin' rose of our real aspirations,
In a last eraseitself dance,
it looks like a turning the disk of a roulette.
What'll happen if we shall see another ourselves yesterday?
Don't remember...
Don t remember
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